“With his tongue.”

Gathering her dress in front of her while holding her hands together to pray, your mother began the ritual. Softly she spoke of her intention to worship Allah and you listened while staring and studying your mother’s beautiful pussy and asshole.

Now she had to raise her hands, which meant she let go of her bunched up dress, but you arms were enough to keep her backside still exposed to you. Next came the bow, which let you move her dress back around her waist and from there it hugged her hips on its own, until your mother bowed lower and began the prostration phase. You watched with barely contained glee as your mother leant forward and her scarfed head slowly sank downwards until her forehead touched the rug. She had her ass up right in your face now, ready and waiting. You couldn’t know what your mother’s thoughts were, and you wish you could see her expression, but unrestrained access to her ass and vagina would have to suffice. You licked your lips then dove in, sticking your nose right between her ass crack.

You moaned as soon as you got a taste of her skin and you pressed in close. You opened your mouth wide, tongue flat against your mother’s sweet slit. She squirmed in your grip that spread her cheeks. She wanted to move away from you, to slide forward more, but she really didn’t have anywhere to go. Your tongue was inescapable, saliva coating your mother’s smooth pussy as you lapped hungrily. You tasted the salt on her skin, her sweat, a slight bitterness. You were licking up to her asshole then thoroughly tonguing that clenching bud. Nothing had ever been so delicious. You heard muffled cries from your mother as she contended with your mouth at her ass and her recitations of the prayers.

Her juices were flowing. They couldn’t not be under such an eager mouth. The taste of her fluids drove you to go deeper, and now your tongue was inside her. Just the slightest tang at the tip of your tongue and you were hooked, drinking in your mother’s deliciousness.

“Ahh...ahh!” you heard her cry out, voice straining to stay low but failing. “Ahyan! Ahyan!” Hearing her call your name as you ate your mother’s pussy made your cock throb. “Ahyan! S-slow down… please… I can’t… concentrate...”

Never had your mother been ‘cleaned’ like this before. Her body was reacting in a way her mind didn’t quite understand yet, but then the words of the Quran floated up into her consciousness and began to enlighten her. The words you put in there of course. You kept working your lips and tongue over your mother’s lower lips, loving every soft, wet, warm, spot of her as she oozed arousal onto your ready tongue. She tried to take in deeper breaths and steady her body and concentrate on the ritual, on her worship. “For Allah… for Allah…” she began, reciting louder in hopes it would help her get through it faster. “For Allah commands… to truly worship him… one must feel one’s own body… and mind…”

The moaning tone of your mother’s non-silent prayer with a thrill for you. Once, these prayers would have been done silently, but not now. Breath growing ragged your mother went on, her hips gyrating ever so subtly as you licked your way up and down her slit. “Honor that body which God has given you… honor that body… ahh...ha…. and the pleasure it gives…haa...”

Gradually you were kissing, sucking and licking your mother’s pussy down to the area near her clit. When your bottom lip grazed that nub she moaned obscenely and had to cover her mouth. You let the light shudder ripple through her and kept feasting at her leaking slit until she continued praying. “haa… take that pleasure ...with Allah… experience the body… feel the bodily… pleasure… for Allah… for Allah wills it… ahh… he wills it! Aahh… Ahhh… yann… Ahyaaan!”

You had moved all the way down to start licking and sucking your mom’s clit now, and the focus became too much. Her entire being collapsed onto that point, where your lips wrapped around her swollen bud, and she started to climax. Writhing on the floor, her ass in the air and in your face, your mother came and came hard with your mouth latched to her cunt. You felt it lightly pulsing even from the outside, and you held her as she convulsed and wailed. Her cheeks were grinding into your face, nose buried in that aromatic, sweaty valley, her fluids flowing freely into your still thirsting maw. Her leg was shaking under her, and finally when it subsided down to just the occasional tremor you pulled your soaked face away.

Sitting back you admired your work, chin dripping in your mom’s orgasm. The woman lay in front of you, still wrapped in modest garb from the hips up, her bare ass spread, pink pussy dripping. When her thoughts started to settle she shifted, raising her head, which you could only see the back of the blue hijab. You could hear her swallowing breaths, then very slowly she looked over her shoulder at you. The woman’s face was flushed, forehead speckled in sweat, expression a cloud of weary sultriness. She was dazed and confused but undoubtedly satisfied. Your cock throbbed.